A/N: This takes place immediately after the end of Season 4 - if you haven't watched yet, this will be a spoiler.

Lemon alert: I plan on this getting smutty, so if you don't like that stuff, don't get attached to this story.

These characters are not mine, I'm borrowing them. I'm not making any money off of this, so don't sue.

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She was sitting on the piano. Not at the piano, but on the lid, staring out the window. Staring out at the balcony where Lucifer left her. How long had it been, ten minutes? An hour? Ten hours? She hadn't started on the piano. She tried the sofa, but that wasn't right. She tried pacing for a while. She tried screaming.

Sometime after her voice gave out, she ended up on the piano. She was rocking back and forth slightly, but she didn't realize it. But Lucifer saw it. He saw the whole thing. She wasn't aware, obviously. Honestly the whole thing had a very Beauty-and-The-Beast vibe to it, him being able to watch her from afar; he didn't care for it. But he couldn't help it. In the millennia he spent down here before, he hardly bothered. He would occasionally watch the untimely demise of a despot or two, preparing to meet future residents. But he had to look back this time. And, appropriately, watching her grieve for him was, well, hell.

It had been a cruel "gift" from his Father.

6 missed calls from Dan. 3 from Linda. Another 3 from Ella. She couldn't talk. How do you put into words what was happening? Dan and Ella don't even know. Linda and Amenadiel just got baby Charlie back, she couldn't put this on them.

So, she sat. Rocking. Her world caving in on itself. The man, no, correction, The Devil, that turned her world upside down, the fallen angel she had fallen for, left. Love, mutual love, that prophesized the end of the world, and it was gone. He was gone. To Hell. The caving in feeling continued to intensify. There was a blackhole in her, and her existence was being drawn into the event horizon, each molecule of her being was ripped from her, one by one.

She recognized the sound of the elevator, but didn't react to the noise. She turned her head slightly, and out of the corner of her eye saw it was Maze.
Chloe gasped, choking sobs took over her. She half dismounted-half collapsed onto the floor. Maze rushed to her.

"He . . . I . . . he . . ." Chloe choked out.

"I know, Chloe, I know. He left." Maze pulled her towards her, the two of them curled together on the floor. The apartment in shambles about them. Chloe cried with Maze for a while, actually, she cried on Maze. But, Maze let her.

Eventually Chloe asked her, "How did you know? Did he call you . . . before?"

"No. No, he didn't. But I got a call from the club manager that there was screaming. And they couldn't get ahold of Lucifer. And neither could I. So . . . I put two and two together."

Chloe thought about all of it. All of it. She screamed loud enough for the ground-floor club to hear her in the penthouse?

"Maze?"

"Hmm?"

"What now? I mean . . ." she paused. "What now?"

"Uh. Well, he had a will. Or instructions, rather, since he can't die. But, it's locked in his safe."

"No, it's not," Chloe offered. "I mean it might be in the safe, but the safe isn't locked. Dromos and Squee broke it open when they were here, destroying the place," she concluded by gesturing to the trashed rooms around them.

Maze stood up and offered Chloe a hand off the ground. Maze kicked and tossed things out of the way, clearing a path for the two of them into the bedroom and into the safe.

Lucifer watched this mismatched pair. He was glad Maze had come. Over their years on Earth, particularly the last few, Mazikeen of the Lilum stopped hating all humans (just most of them), and it was because of Chloe - not that Maze would ever admit it.

Lucifer was doing everything he could do not to break down and cry for Chloe; for her misery; for their shared grief. But, he had to keep it together, he had only just returned to the throne.

At first, he wasn't sure he saw it, maybe it was the tears he was fighting to stay in his eyes, but the glass window pane, reflecting images of Chloe, shimmered.

The two females sat on the bed combing through the stack of papers from the safe. The demon was tossing each irrelevant piece with an exasperated "no." The human was better for the diversion of a little light detective work; she sorted the papers into different piles: liquid assets, like bank statements; real estate; and favors. It turns out, that when Lucifer did someone a favor, he documented it, and when he collected his in return, he made a note on the "invoice" that the debt was paid.

"Here it is," Maze announced. She showed Chloe a legal document from her corner of the bed. Chloe reached out across everything, essentially laying down on the bed. They flipped through it together, which took a while. It was very thorough. Lucifer must have spent a lot of time with lawyers to get this made, and revised - it would surprise no one that lawyers did business with the Devil, but in this case, it was above board. Pages upon pages, each initialed and dated, showing the various revisions the document had seen. The "will" gave direction that if Maze presented it to the lawyer, it would get executed, and no body or funeral was required, power of attorney would suffice. Lucifer had planned for the inevitable, even though he had never wanted to go back. But what was surprising, at least to Chloe, was how few people would see anything from the document. Maze got a beach house in Malibu and a townhome in London. He left Ella a condo LA and a chunk of his art collection. He left Dan . . .

"He left something for Dan?" Chloe said it, but Maze was thinking it, too. He left Dan the Corvette.

After the shock, they continued on. Lucifer set up a trust, with a significant amount of cash, a small portion of which was set aside to send Trixie to college. Chloe choked up at this. Maze continued reading, slowly, in case it became too much at once. The remainder of the trust would pay for college and then be turned over, when he turned 25, to Charlie. Lucifer had the document drawn up, with a blank space which Lucifer had written Charlie's name, but the rest of the information was there - Linda and Amenadiel would control the trust and have limited access to the money, but Charlie was taken care of for life, well, a human life, by his Uncle Luci.

Maze stood up and went out through the living room and onto the balcony. The sun was out. Chloe didn't know when it happened, she wasn't sure whether it was daytime when Maze had arrived, or whether it had crept up on them during the sorting and reading.

Chloe finished the last two pages alone. The pages left the ownership of Lux, the remaining art, the penthouse, and the remainder of his liquid assets, to Chloe. But Maze knew this. She knew this because the page was dated three years earlier. Lucifer gave her his livelihood, and despite ups and downs of biblical proportions, he never revised it.

"What are you thinking?" Chloe asked as the joined Maze at the railing.

"I'm wondering whether I can count on you, Chloe." She turned to look at the human.

"Absolutely," she said, standing up straight, feet planted, preparing for battle. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking, we get Lucifer back."

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